Old Fashioned Banana Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting

by Cate on November 2, 2010

Tuesday is our day for forced relaxation. We go nowhere. We do nothing. We have no plans. We just be. My friend calls it being anti-social, kiddingly, of course. It’s our Homebody Day. True, there are other nights where we end up at home with nowhere to be and nothing to do. But Tuesday is different. It’s one specific day a week where we don’t allow intrusions. Distractions. Interruptions. None of it. It’s about family. Me and the kids. Doing anything. And nothing. And everything in between. At home. Together. Like one deep exhale in the (almost) middle of the week.

Tonight, while Madeline was finishing a wicked long nap, Nick made Old Fashioned Banana Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting. Well, technically, we attempted the frosting, but clearly I am terrible at reading directions and I couldn’t save the frosting after I added too much butter and didn’t have enough confectioners’ sugar to save it. So we did without. I happened to skim through a copy of the new Barefoot Contessa cookbook, How Easy Is That, today and knowing we had three very sad overripe bananas sitting on our kitchen counter, it was perfect timing to find this recipe.

Healthy? Well, not so much. There’s an awful lot of sugar in it. But I can’t remember the last time we baked together, and it was the perfect activity for us to end our day with … the measuring, the stirring, the baking, the waiting, the eating. As for the taste, Nicholas summed it up best:

“Mom, no offense, but this tastes like banana bread.”

He’s not wrong. It does. The lack of frosting certainly drove that point home, but we can always use another good banana bread cake recipe, right?

Project 365
November 2, 2010, Photo #202

Excuse the crappy picture but there was a minor crisis at home when I couldn’t find my camera card and I had to make due with a BlackBerry picture. I didn’t get there until nearly 7 pm, and we hadn’t had dinner yet, and both kids piled into the voting booth with me … but Ivoted. And I do every election. Even the small ones. Even the ones where it seems like my one little vote won’t matter. I do it because I can.

When Clinton ran for re-election years ago, we had recently moved and there was a screw-up with my registration in the new town and I couldn’t vote. I didn’t find out until the day of the election when I was actually at the polls, and I was crushed. It took me days to get over that. When Obama was elected, Nick and I sat glued to the tv that night, watching the map fill up with reds and blues, guessing which way it would go, asking and answering questions.

Tonight, the kids came into the booth with me and I held Madeline’s hands carefully as we pressed the buttons together (the only way to make sure the right buttons got pressed!) and Nick got to press the “cast vote” button and they both had big smiles on their faces as they bopped out. She, of course, doesn’t get it (I won’t even get into the shenanigans she pulled at the polling place), but Nick is starting to put some pieces together. When we arrived and I signed in, I asked if they had the “I voted” stickers and yet again, they didn’t. My mom always seems to vote at places that have them. I’m not so lucky. The last few elections, they had just run out. This time, the volunteer said that the stickers had been cut because of lack of money. It’s something so small and, I know, insignificant, but I love the sticker and, when I’m lucky enough to get one, wear it proudly.

Forgive the soapbox, but I hate when people don’t vote. When people think it doesn’t matter because everyone else will get out and vote for them. It does matter. The all-important school budget votes passed earlier this year, but by only a very slim margin in our area, driving home the point that every vote counts. I don’t always follow everything politically as well as I should, but then I research and I ask questions so I can make the best decision possible. For me. For my kids.

Beyond that, I always make sure to take them with me when I can. It would be heaps easier to duck in and out without them with me, but this isn’t about easy. It’s about another teaching moment. An opportunity to lead by example. To explain why it’s so important. That we are all a part of this. That we have a choice, an opinion and the opportunity to express it. The people I vote for don’t always win. That’s life. But my little voice will still be heard … and counted … regardless.

STIR together flour, baking soda and salt in a separate bowl. With mixer on low, add dry ingredients and mix just until combined. Stir in chopped walnuts. Pour batter into the prepared pan and bake for 45 to 50 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool in pan for 15 minutes, turn out onto cooling rack and cool completely.

SPREAD frosting thickly on top of cake and decorate with walnut halves. Slice and serve.

So very well said. I almost thought about not going to the polls today (so easy to come up with excuses some days). But then I talked with my 7 year old daughter about how hard women had to fight for the right to vote, how some of them were put in jail as a result of that fight. She was appropriately appalled. And then I simply couldn’t “not go.” It’s one of our greatest privileges, but also one of our biggest responsibilities.

I admit it….I haven’t voted in a long, long time. Living in Canada I can vote if I go through the lengthy process to register out of country. I feel it would be wrong for me to vote in today’s election, however, b/c I would be picking representation for a region where I no longer live. Presidential elections are different (though I didn’t get to vote in the last one b/c the paperwork took to long).

I love your idea of a homebody day, or a rest day as I call it (its usually the day I take off going to the gym). What a nice way for you to ensure that you get some quality time with the kids. For baking and other such things. This cake sounds tasty even if it is quite banana bread like.

Yay for voting — and for that delicious banana cake recipe! I’d love to make it but will probably opt for miniature cupcakes instead of a giant cake… those tend to get eaten faster than cake around my home and workplace! Nothing makes me feel worse than throwing away old cake. (That just means I have to make sure to eat it all next time…)